Dominance and Deception (20 page)

Amused, he allowed me to tilt his head, and held the position while I wetted the razor and leant forward.

"Hold still."

As if he'd do anything else at this point.

Carefully, I scraped the sharpened blade over his cheek, then dipped the razor into the bowl of water to rinse off the stubble and foam.

"Hmm... Not bad.” Running my finger over the smooth streak of skin, I added, “And I didn't even cut you."

As I prepared the razor for a second scrape, Pierce gave me a look that screamed,
You're not exactly inspiring the greatest amount of confidence here

Grinning, I leaned in again. His lips twitched with a suppressed smile, but he kept still enough for me to continue with my task.

I fell silent until one side of his face was clear of stubble and soap. I was better at this than I'd thought I would be—handling chemicals all day had given me steady hands—though there was still a long way to go.

Setting down the razor, I moved back into his lap and trailed kisses over his smooth, shaved cheek.

"Much better."

Pierce wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He kissed me, parting my lips with a flick of his tongue, then sliding a hand to the back of my head. By the time I broke away, my face had its own share of shaving foam, and Pierce's was patchy.

I gave his soap-free cheek a light slap, moving reprovingly out of his reach.

"That was for distracting me, detective."

He smiled, reaching out to brush some foam from under my nose. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"You gonna make me tie your hands?"

Amazing how much he can say without even opening his mouth.

Sighing melodramatically, I stalked across the room, picked up his police-issue cuffs and returned, ordering Pierce to his feet and cuffing his hands securely behind his back.

"Now, where was I?"

It was high time he lost the towel. When I tugged on it, it fell away with satisfying ease. I pushed him back down to a sitting position, straddling him again and reaching down between us to stroke up and down his growing erection.

"I'm not gonna let you come until I finish with the razor...but I'm gonna tease you a little for now. Okay with that, detective?"

He nodded, and nuzzled my shoulder with his clean-shaven cheek as I continued to stroke him, purring. Then, sliding down his body to kneel between his thighs, I let my mouth do the rest, giving him head until he growled my name.

Any more and he'd be spent, and I wasn't done with him yet. I tapered off and got back to business.

"Thanks for reminding me. I have a job to finish."

Though he didn't speak, the heated gaze he gave me communicated his frustration well.

Damn right, you do. Get back down there.

Reaching for the shaving foam, I leaned over to give him a brief kiss. His answering kiss was hard and demanding, and it was an effort not to let him seduce me into just uncuffing him. Pulling out of reach, I batted my eyelashes.

"Oh, you wanna fuck me, detective?"

"Come over here, and I'll show you."

An extra rush of lust had me taking a step forward before I could stop myself. Somehow I managed to keep myself in check, sitting back down on my stool and calmly filling my hand with shaving foam.

"Sit still and be good, and you might get what you want."

Once his other cheek was ready for the razor, I reached around to my back and unsnapped my bra, shrugging it off with casual abandon.

Pierce exhaled hard, his eyes all over me, and I grabbed his hair and tipped his head to the angle at which I needed it.

"Close your eyes, detective."

His breathing was a little shaky as I continued to shave his face, a bit at a time. I nicked his skin once or twice in the trickier places, but the cuts were tiny and only bled for a few seconds. It gave me a good excuse to kiss them better, which seemed to drive him crazy. Or maybe it was the way I reached down at the same time to check he was still hard.

When all that was left was the patch under his jawbone, which stopped just short of his Adam's apple, I tilted his head back.

"You know, these razors are also known as cut-throat razors."

He opened his eyes, locked gazes with me, then gave a one-shouldered shrug. He wasn't worried, not even a tiny bit, and even though that kinda sucked for the scene, it made me smile.

"It's okay. My cell phone is just over there, so if there's an accident I can call 911 pretty quickly."

I took my time with the final part, finishing up with exaggerated care.

"So... I can't decide whether to finish what I started there on the floor earlier, or whether I should fuck you instead. Or maybe I'll leave you there to think about it while I freshen up. That could work..."

Folding away the razor at last, I cupped Pierce's newly smooth face in my hands and kissed him once, twice...and once more because I couldn't help myself. He was way too good at making me forget all my plans, even when his hands were tied.

"You have a preference, detective?” I whispered against his neck.

"I want my hands free.” His voice was low and intense, and I couldn't help but shiver a little at the tone of it. “I want your entire body against mine. Your nails down my back. Your teeth against my neck."

I kissed him hard, biting down on his bottom lip for a second, then leaving a trail of kisses over his cheek and down to his throat, where I kept them butterfly-light.

"You want it rough, huh? How rough are we talking, detective? You wanna hurt me back?"

He pulled on his cuffs, though he knew they were secure.

"Why don't you let me out of these and we'll see?"

"Okay.” I grabbed the key from across the room, shimmying out of my panties on the way, but leaving the transparent skirt in place. “In a minute. Stand up."

He did, and I put my arms around his neck, shifting suggestively against him.

"First I wanna feel this silky-smooth shaved skin against my thighs, detective. On your knees."

I steadied him as he obeyed. His cuffed hands made the task a little precarious. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning my weight back on my hands and giving him an expectant look.

He nuzzled my inner thighs, letting me feel the results of my handiwork, before getting to work without hesitation. The sensations of his smooth skin and his insistent tongue combined to leave me crying out within minutes, on the brink of orgasm.

He sat back without warning, provoking me with a lazy smile. I knew exactly what he was hoping for, and God, I wanted it, too...

"Did I give you permission to stop, detective?” I grabbed his hair as I stood up, pulling him with me.

"No,” he answered, with complete irreverence and a provocative smile.

Oh, he's gonna hurt for days when I'm done with him.

"Turn around, right now."

Pierce did, and I jammed the key into the cuffs’ locks, releasing the metal catches. As soon as his hands were free, he turned and pulled me down to the mattress, not waiting for my command.

I pinned his wrists above his head, leaning down with all my weight, but he broke free and dragged me down on top of him, driving inside me almost violently.

I wanted to move, wanted to ride him out of our minds, but this was still supposed to be my scene, and I was too stubborn to let it go. I kept my hips still and kissed him again, hard enough to hurt.

"Just because you're stronger than—"

He flipped me over, pinning
my
wrists, and told me, “Nothing to do with being stronger. I just love the way you fuck when you're pissed off."

If I hadn't needed him to fuck me so damn much, I'd have got up from the bed and left him there for a while. And knowing I didn't have the willpower to do it made me just as frustrated as he'd planned.

"Let go of me, detective."

He released my wrists immediately, and I wrapped myself around him, dragging my nails down his back, hard.

"This pissed off enough for you?"

He growled against my neck, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling my head back so he could mark my throat with his teeth.

"Getting there."

I bucked up against him and he began to take me forcefully, his kisses hot and breathless against my shoulder. I rolled him over as soon as I could and scratched my nails down his chest and arms as I rode him hard and fast.

Pierce sat up, digging his fingers into my waist, and I sank my teeth into the sensitive skin connecting his neck and his shoulder, leaving a bite-mark that would last for days. With an appreciative groan, he turned his tongue and teeth to my breasts, encouraging me to move faster, take him in deeper—

Pain blossomed around my nipple, and the combination of agony and pleasure was too much. I clawed his shoulders as I lost control, collapsing against him and overbalancing us both onto the mattress.

I regained my senses just as Pierce lost his, and I kissed the bite-marks I'd left on his neck, soothing away the pain. He tilted my chin up, revisiting my lips in a slow gesture of thanks, and together we gathered the strength to separate and pull the covers up over ourselves.

It took us a while to assess the damage, running our fingers over emerging bruises and scrapes.

"You okay, Sir?"

He smiled and nodded, and I saw no trace of the dark-and-brooding side of his personality.

"I'm good, little tease. How about you?"

I hurt all over, but in the best possible way.

"Can't wait to look at the marks on my back in the mirror."

"Go now, if you want."

That would have taken way too much effort.

"I might have been exaggerating. I can wait a little while."

Amused, he drew me into his arms, and my forehead brushed the shaved underside of his jaw.

"Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"How would you have asked me if I was kinky if the whole thing with Laura Morgan hadn't come up?"

It was something I'd wondered for a while—if we'd even be together if it hadn't been for the woman we'd both topped for a few weeks, whose husband had eventually been arrested for murder.

"In our line of work?” He shrugged. “Always would have come up, one way or another."

Grimacing, I nodded. We'd dealt with our share of kinky victims and suspects over the years.

"I'm gonna grab some water. Want me to pick up your aftershave on the way back in here?"

"Gonna help me put it on?” he asked dryly.

"Happy to, Sir."

He kissed my forehead, then released me.

"Hurry back, little tease."

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Acta est Fabula

Faye

Pierce and I had been working late, tying up loose ends, taking a quick break to grab some takeout before carrying on. When ten pm rolled around, he came to find me in the lab and pulled down the choker at my throat to lay a kiss on the nape of my neck.

"Ready to go, little tease?"

Shivering lightly, I nodded.

"Just about done, Sir."

The entire precinct knew we were together—by this stage, it would have been impossible to miss—but it was rare that Pierce called me ‘little tease’ at work. With the exception of Santoro, none of our colleagues knew that for almost two years I'd been Pierce's property, obeying his every command and loving every second of it.

As we walked together toward Pierce's car, I cast a glance over at him. There was something different about his demeanour, imperceptible to anyone else, but easily discernible to someone as finely attuned to him as I was. I wanted to ask him about it, but as I opened my mouth to ask for permission to speak freely, one of the night security guys came into view, and I thought better of it.

When we got to my apartment I shrugged off my jacket and headed into the kitchen to make coffee, as was our routine by then. To my surprise, Pierce followed me, stilling my hand as I reached for the mugs.

"Sir?"

"Not tonight, little tease,” he breathed into my ear, then his lips were on mine, driving all thoughts of coffee from my head.

He kept the pace slow, teasing my tongue softly with his as he drew me tight against him. I sighed contentedly, relaxing into the kiss, savouring its warmth, but when he drew back, I again got the sense something was off.

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?” I asked, studying his face intently.

Pierce shook his head, an almost despondent look crossing his features.

"Not right now,” he said, and my concern for him grew. I could count on one hand the number of times he'd denied me the right to ask him something.

Before I could decide how to proceed, Pierce kissed me again, his lips rough, insistent and very, very distracting. I allowed him to pull me out of the kitchen, through the living room to my bedroom, where he pinned me against the wall with his body.

"You have permission to come tonight, little tease,” he told me. “Whenever you need to, as many times as you need to.” I saw only desire in his face, and my body responded with a quiver of anticipation.

"Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, and I'd barely uttered the words when he silenced me with another kiss, his hands already beginning to tug at my clothing.

He'd undressed me completely by the time I'd managed to strip off his shirt, and he kissed his way down my body, going down on his knees and putting his tongue to such expert use that I moaned, my head falling back against the wall.

Hours passed. Pierce made no attempt to restrain me, give me orders or inflict the controlled pain I loved so much. He took me over and over, simply devouring me with no allusion to our usual power games. I revelled in the freedom, giving him everything I had, safe in the knowledge that, deep down, I was still his ‘little tease'.

When neither of us could move anymore, Pierce pulled me close, his arms around me tight and possessive. Breathing in his scent, I spiralled down into a satisfied, exhausted sleep.

I woke alone, my entire body aching with remembered pleasure. Smiling a little, I threw on some clothing and followed the smell of coffee through to the living room.